I'm a Gryffindor. This translates to I won't take your bullshit and my foot will be up your ass.
(Source: jlawrenced)
Alecto hated this day. Dumbledore had decided to throw a dance, but no one got to pick their partners, instead they were chosen randomly by the headmaster and his foolish methods. Alecto had been paired with Marlene McKinnon and they were the only girl pairing in the Great Hall. She would have shown up in jeans and some casual blouse, but the head master insisted that it be formal, making Alecto dress up for this thing that she didn’t even want to go to.
Marlene Mckinnon?! Really?! What on earth were those people thinking when they allowed that to pass? Alecto rolled her eyes as she slid her maroon dress on, already having done her make-up and hair. She left the Slytherin dungeons and stalked towards the Great Hall.
Marlene looked over her reflection, tousling her blonde hair that she’d spent fucking ages curling to perfection with some spell she picked up from her mum. She’d finished her make-up ages ago, slipping on a flowing white dress she fucking hated in the process. Who’d she have to look good for anyway? Alecto whom she’d barely said two sentences to? Peter from across the room while he was with fucking Regulus? She swore Dumbledore liked torturing her; it wasn’t news what had happened all those weeks ago between Peter and Regulus and she was almost positive this was some way to piss her off. Probably from her Potions teacher. The old bat always hated her anyway.
She sighed, rolling her eyes at herself before turning away from the mirror. Ignoring the dress shoes that made her look like she had a clubfoot, she hissed at the stone cold of the concrete against the soles of her feet as she left the Gryffindor common room, heading down to the Great Hall. She could already hear the music thumping, the sounds of laughter and partying and happiness made her sick. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, strutting into the Hall and scanning the room for her ‘date’.
Wearing this to the dance~
(via indigo-jacobs)
Hi there!
Hi! How are ya, Char?
I’m good, Marls. How’re you?
A bit tired from practice and as always, procrastinating on my coursework.
(via starsweptnight)
